Smoke On The Water

We all came out to Montreux
 On the Lake Geneva shoreline
 To make records with a mobile
 We didn't have much time
 Frank Zappa and the Mothers
 Were at the best place around
 But some stupid with a flare gun
 Burned the place to the ground
 Smoke on the water
 A fire in the sky
 Smoke on the water
 They burned down the gambling house
 It died with an awful sound
 Uh, Funky Claude was running in and out
 Pulling kids on the ground
 When it all was over
 We had to find another place
 But Swiss time was running out
 It seemed that we would lose the race
 Smoke on the water
 A fire in the sky
 Smoke on the water
 We ended up at the Grand Hotel
 It was empty, cold, and bare
 But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
 Making our music there
 With a few red lights, a few old beds
 We make a place to sweat
 No matter what we get out of this
 Ha, I know, I know we'll never forget
 Smoke on the water
 A fire in the sky
 Smoke on the water